By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash
75By any indirection.[72] I did send
To you for gold to pay my legions,
Which you denied me. Was that done like Cassius?
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
80To[73] lock such rascal counters[74] from his friends,
Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts,